I am fairly certain Friday started twice this morning. I distinctly remember turning off my alarm and getting out of bed to get ready for work…but then the alarm went off and I was in bed again. Hmmm…..
I don’t feel sufficiently cured enough nor strong enough to go to the pub after work tonight. I’ve not smoked since Sunday and I know if I go to the pub I’ll want a ciggy. So I wont go. Instead I’ll just sit at home and potter about.
Tomorrow the Nickster is visiting with Sarah which I’m quite excited about.
Sunday I need to drill things. Which means I need a drill. Which means going to B&Q. But I can’t be arsed.
My skin crawls at the thought of it.